JohnDave 👌👌
John had finally gotten to the point in his and Dave's relationship where Dave was fairly comfortable with him touching him. Cuddling was something he was working on, but he was getting better at not getting anxious about it. Though, he wouldn't let anybody else do it of course. As of now, John thought Dave was asleep and he remained curled up next to him, his face buried in his neck. Dave shifted in his sleep slightly, putting himself closer to John. Or in other words, squishing John. He opened his eyes a bit and giggled quietly. "Daaaaave." He said, almost inaudibly. "Hhmnnn" Dave mumbled, not anywhere near awake. John giggled once more before wrapping his arms around him and flipping onto his back with Dave on top of him. "Dude, whaa" protested a very tired Dave. He squeezed him a little bit, running a hand through his hair. "Shhshsshhh...." Dave kinda shook his head in disbelief and said "Pff, whatever man, if you wanna get squished by a whole fuckload of coolkid, be my guest" He smiled and closed his eyes again, holding him close. "You're very cuddleable." "thanks John" there is a pause "You know what? I'm going to put that on my fucking resume, right after 'actually an immortal god' and before time travel" "You and your resumes," he poked fun. "yep, gotta be packing that full of all the cool shit I can do, so I can get a nice ass job and support my wife and kids, boring white people style. Get that 9-5 and then come home to my kids doing math homework and you making fucking spaghetti or something" he replied, endlessly dragging out a shitty metaphor until John joined in, saying "And my name will be Heather and I'll be head of the school board for our kids Kevin, William and Mikaylah." Dave started laughing, even as he was trying to continue the joke. "Pfftt, and, and pfthahaha, when the manager of a retail store won't let you return mikaylah's dirty ass soccer cleats, you'll fuckin call customer service at home, and I'll come into the room as you yell at some poor asshole from India and tell you 'shhh Heather, baby, it's okay, it's not worth the effort'" "And I'll be crying as my great value mascara streams down my cheeks and stains my scarf that I act like is expensive when it's actually from Walmart...and flip my bob haircut to the side while dabbing my makeup with 2 fake nail clad fingers" Dave just starts cracking the fuck up. He's laughing so hard that he can't even properly respond for a few minutes. "And.. pfftt, I'll pat you on the back consolingly, telling you that its okay, we don't need the money back, I make enough at my desk job because of all the cool ass shit on my resume, make them fuckin hire me straight up when they saw it" John giggled, "All because of your great résumé, we will be able to compensate for the money lost from Makaylah's crusty ass cleats." "see man, resumes, fuckin important shit" He held it in pretty well while explaining, but suddenly John just burst into laughter. Tears were actually steaming down his cheeks. Dave laughed along with him, enjoying the moment with his best friend, and boyfriend. John sighed and caught his breath, smiling like the dork he is. Dave rolled off of him, more as a basic courtesy than anything. "Dude, you're so fucking cute" he said, smiling at John. A little bit of blush took over his cheeks as he rolled over, looked at the cutie next to him, and Dave kissed him on the forehead, grinning like an idiot. He then proceeded to place both of his hands onto Dave's shoulders, and slowly snake them around him, moving in closer with a smile plastered on his face. Dave finished closing the distance, their lips meeting at a halfway point, both slightly chapped but neither cared as John moved one hand onto Dave's head, running it through his soft blonde hair. He closed his eyes from their half lidded state as their lips locked. One hand on the back of John's head the other on John's back, Dave pressed deeper into the kiss, tounge asking for entrance into John's mouth, but there was no hesitation as John granted access. Instinctually, Dave's tounge pressed into John's familiar heat, opening his own mouth for John as well. John let his tongue wander a bit, taking a few unexpected dips into Dave's mouth and past his tongue. Unfortunately, he realized he still needed to breathe, so he reluctantly pulled back slightly and opened his eyes halfway to look at Dave. Dave opened his eyes as he felt John pull back, his startling red gazing into John's ocean blue. He unlocked lips, but kept their heads close together, foreheads touching and leaning into each other. John stared back into Dave's eyes with a smile on his lips, his mouth slightly open. He couldn't help but let out a little giggle, biting his lip. Dave smiled back, saying "I fucking love you, man" "I love you too, Dave," he grinned. Dave let out a contented sigh and nuzzled closer as John wrapped both of his arms around his shoulders and hugged him tightly, so there wasn't room for even paper between them, and he hugged back, wrapping himself around the person he loved most. John closed his eyes and sighed contently, smiling softly as he held him there. "John?" Inquired dave. "Hmm?" He responded. "I don't ever wanna let go, you know?" With that, John responded by holding Dave even tighter. "Neither do I Dave, neither do I." He nuzzled his face to the blonde's soft hair.
